Isabelle’s jaw tightened as she watched Kenneth escort his wife, Sabrina, away from the guest. The stupid chit had been drinking and ended up being tipsy. Kenneth didn’t want her to mess up so he had to take her away from the guests.
A wave of irrational thoughts flooded her mind, fueling her insecurities and feeding her resentment. She couldn’t help but imagine that Kenneth and Sabrina would indulge in an intimate encounter. The idea churned her stomach, and she felt an urgent need to distance herself from the situation.
Excusing herself from her family, Isabelle hurriedly made her way to the vacant room that had once been their secret rendezvous spot. It was a place where they had shared passionate moments, a sanctuary of their forbidden desires. As she entered the room, she could still feel the remnants of their encounters lingering in the air.
Anxiously, Isabelle waited, her heart pounding in her chest. But doubt crept in, whispering that Kenneth wouldn’t come, that he had chosen Sabrina over her. The room felt oppressive, suffocating her with its silent judgment.
Just as she was about to succumb to her fears and retreat, the door creaked open, and there stood Kenneth. His presence sent a jolt through her, a mixture of relief and trepidation. His expression mirrored her own conflicted emotions.
Without a word, he closed the door behind him, shutting out the outside world. The air in the room crackled with tension as they faced each other, two individuals caught in a web of tangled desires and complicated emotions.
Isabelle struggled to find her voice, the words caught in her throat. She wanted to ask him why he had brought Sabrina, and why he had chosen to spend this time with his wife instead of being with her. But the fear of his response held her back.
Kenneth’s eyes bore into hers, searching for something, perhaps a sign of understanding or forgiveness. It was a silent plea, a desperate longing for connection amidst the chaos of their entangled lives.
As their gazes locked, a myriad of unspoken words hung heavy in the air. The room seemed to hold its breath, awaiting their next move. What would they say? What would they do? But as Kenneth stood before her, the choice was hers to make. Would she succumb to the allure of their forbidden connection, forsaking her own well-being and the potential destruction it could bring? Or would she find the strength to let go, to walk away from the tumultuous affair and seek a path that offered clarity and peace?
As she pondered her options, Isabelle braced herself for the inevitable confrontation, aware that whatever decision she made would shape the course of their lives. The room, once a sanctuary for their illicit desires, now held the weight of a pivotal moment, an opportunity for redemption or further heartache.
“You didn’t have to come here. I’m sorry, Ken,” she apologized several times, but Kenneth refused to accept her apology.
“Why are you sorry, Isabelle? I miss you!”
“Oh God, will you please make this easier for me, Ken? I am already confused as it is,” she pleaded with him, asking him to make things easier for her, emphasizing that she also regretted their actions.
“You love me,” he stated.
“No, I don’t,” she denied being in love with him when he concluded that she was. She told him that he was imagining things and that she didn’t love him.
“What is your plan then?” he asked.
“I plan to convince Daniel about leaving Azura and relocate to somewhere else,” she answered.
He declared that he couldn’t bear it if she left, but she replied that staying would only harm them both. He fell silent, and she believed he understood her point, but then he suddenly kissed her aggressively. Instead of pushing him away, she responded to his every move.
Kenneth forcefully kissed her, sucking on her lips until they both tasted blood. Without pausing for a second, he continued to assault her with his kisses. It was a painful experience, but neither of them complained. Suddenly, he grabbed her hand and guided it toward his erection, causing her to gasp.
She realized he was hard as steel. Kenneth praised her naughty side as she stroked him, claiming that they were equal. He groaned when she pressed the tip of his erection. She slowly stripped off her clothes, one by one, while continuing to stroke him until she was fully naked.
Kenneth stared at her gorgeous form for a few seconds before pinning her to the nearest wall. He guided his erection to enter her, and she gasped when he was fully inside. It wasn’t their first time together, but it always felt like it. He was hot and hard.
She let out a soft moan as he began to move in and out of her body. The rhythm was new and unfamiliar to her, slow and gentle as if they were dancing to a piece of sweet music. Despite its novelty, it felt amazing, and she shouted his name multiple times in pleasure.
She gyrated her hips, surprising him with the sensation. He couldn’t hold back any longer and grabbed her hips to slow her down, but she was unstoppable. Kenneth tightened his grip on her breast and clenched his teeth as he released his seed inside her. Their bodies shook violently, and sweat dripped from them. Once again, she allowed him to take her to greater heights.
“I love you, Isabelle,” he declared again.
Exhausted from their intense encounter, her body was completely drained as she heard those magical words from his lips. She was taken aback by his sincere expression. When she looked into his eyes, she saw an overwhelming amount of sincerity.
Upon hearing those words, she wanted to trust him, but she couldn’t. It wasn’t the right time to believe him. While she longed to cry and hold him close to her heart during this difficult time, she couldn’t bring herself to do so. Similarly, she was desperate to express her own feelings to him, but the timing just didn’t feel right. Besides, what they had was just an affair! Her life would be a complete disaster if his family or her family would find out about their secret affair.
“I said, I love you,” he repeated.
“Why? Did you expect me to reciprocate and tell you how much I adore you as well? Just because we had sex doesn’t mean I have strong feelings for you, Kenneth,” she told him honestly. She couldn’t commit to him any longer, even if she tried.
“Enough! I’m not buying your lies,” he declared firmly.
“They weren’t for sale in the first place,” she said, attempting to be sarcastic or humorous.
However, his anger and hostility were evident, so she quickly got dressed. She was so preoccupied with finding a way to convince Kenneth that they had no future together that she almost missed the sound of the front door opening.
“Someone’s coming,” she told him in a hushed tone.